about

b. 1986, HK.

With a practice that spans the left and the right, the hardcore center and the gummy soft edge, self described as a, ‘banal paradigm, a gentle lowing in the twilight of twilight, a techno-shaman gibbering in a hall of mirrors, in short a man of our time, for our time, timeless, less, mmmh’, Isami Ching exploits the intersection of the arbitrary, the formal, the engineered and the mystic.